Get Busy Dying Lyrics

Thirty fuckin' years locked inside a virulent cell.
My fortress of such solitude, while others call it hell.
I have no burning desire to see beyond these walls
A life that I may have had once is too vague to recall

Imagine how it feels to be a victim of lost time
Released to unforgiving world, I open up my eyes
I hardly ever knew myself, I might be late to know
A hopeless, torn identity, I have no place to go

Out there on my own, dreading the days that lie ahead
There are no chances here for me, just broken words instead
They set my body free, I built a prison in my mind
Covered my expressions, while good thoughts are hard to find

Imagine how it feels to be a victim of lost time
Released to unforgiving world, I open up my eyes
I hardly ever knew myself, I have nothing to give
A hopeless, torn identity, I have no use to live

The life I once wanted is not here anymore
It left me here stranded with my heart on the floor
My life still ain't over till the Fat Lady screams
Tortured at the stake by the American Dream